Shit man, i lost SOOO many of my creations during the frequent comp crashes. Being a very random/lazy/procrastinating/spur of the moment chore-doer, I hardly ever bother to back things up. Many atimes I've had to redo wordy (yes really wordy) project reports due to deadly computer problems. As they say, inspiration doesn't come knocking twice. I can never write half a poem to complete it another time, or to rewrite a story/poem on whim. Oh well, whatever.

Girl. Avid Daydreamer
Demented countenance; tears
Twinkling doe eyes now souless with woe
Once luscious lips; now pallid
Pining for that lost memory once more

"I wont let go, i'll be with you forever"
A promise she heard and stayed registered
"I'm sorry, it just aint so anymore"
Slashed and burnt, a symphony of sorrow

Numbed and jaded; through and through
These piercing words like a totem pole
Her lifeless limbs no longer tremble
The razor lies, fate sealed eternally.

Water runs crimson and the air tainted.
Her tears still flowing, nothing else to lament
What can she say? what good would that do?
Murder to her soul in that line or two.

He once held the key to her life
Gave her strength and warmed her lonely nights
He promised her the world; but gave it to another
Once the happiest girl; just an avid daydreamer.
 

Another one of those emo-momo poems,  this one was embedded in a degradation of a past relationship. But aiya, I wont commit suicide Laaa..

Promises & Lies
He'd promised the world;
Of loyalty, compromise and undying love.
Swore he'd do anything, no obstacle could hinder,
Then withdrew them all- before she could even wonder.

She'd waited too long; earned nothing but hurt.
Love and promises hurled out the window
Was she that hard to suffice?
Was she that hard to please?

Drowning in scotch, pills submerged in the glass
One sip, two; each worse than the last
A scribbled note of damnation on the fogged out silver
Her last whimper escaped, now a girl no longer.

Wearied sigh, she teared her last
As her crimson bath turns cold in time
As the poison bared fangs and claws
Life slips silently from the once innocent soul.

"Slowly, he will pay"
The thought in her head wouldn't go away
For a lie told is forever embedded in time
What's a girl to do when he was a pack of lies.

 

Another old creation..have this obsessions with dark poems, even when Im feeling in the best moods I can create a bleak poem much better and faster than a cheery one..weird.

Victim of Love

The victim of love lays down in refuge
warm waters awashed her twice-slit wrists.
Scars, battles- victory to none;
she's all cried out, her end had just begun.

deluded by romance; she was anybody's girl,
defeated by what she thought was love.
who would care as she bled away,
claws wound round her delicate nape,
eating her up slowly, drove her insane.

The rusty blade, now her bath overflows
her pretty face now pallid and weary
trapped in a certain web; deceited and fooled
underlying pain no one could abjure.

The air still and cold, her well is drying.
strength pushed back; her will is dying.
What is pain? Love was her cause.
Victim of love, now a withered crimson rose

A collection of old creations..hence the myraid of varied emotions..no editing whatsoever
2005-2006..going thru confusion, hurt, disappointment with the talented idealist who just dreamt and dreamt my dreams away.

Would You, Could you ?

Good evening to you, my love
Could you cradle me in your arms baby,
sing me a sullen lullaby
Hold me in your strong, sombre embrace
whisper those sweet nothings in my ears,
till i fall sound asleep, oblivious to all?

Morning after, shall we sit stark naked,
kissing, caressing, indulging in this young love?
Would you still want me the way you did last night,
minus the alcohol, plus a sinners' guilt.
Sound me a siren, distempered; torn.
The lovings of the immature,sincere yet forlorn.

Time warps as we fumble in bed
mangled in the destruction we call "sexual bliss"
fast-forward; chapter 3- matrimony.
Old and feeble, an inkling of memories waywards
Would you still care? Would u still be there?
Could we then, rewind this scenario back to chapter2?

Sweet kisses, mellowed remembrances..
hikes, rough patches, tough journeys-tided through them all.
Progress, my love, is our ultimate test.
Let us love, share, and uphold,
this flame, this passion; our love to nurture and grow.
The days turn into night; treasure this moment- hold this fire tight.

Pining for your touches; i sit aloof.
Masquerade; this tainted guilt, the sins we've sowed.
Memories; memories flow, memories grow..
Love comes once, hits twice, thrice; gone and sold.
Affixed, the tears roll; swirls and twirls.
Could you paint me a picture, if i gave you pretty enough words?